Page 199 of Upon Buried Embers
It’s dark, the only light is the moon shining down but his eyes have that purple glow, his chest heaving.
Mine mirrors it, fear and arousal spurring through me and it burns. He leans down, mouth at my cheek, breath ghosting over my ear. “I caught you, Little Whisperer. You’re trapped and about to be claimed out here, where no one can stop me. Do you think you can be saved from me? It’s too late for that.”
I whimper, my fingers digging into the bark at my back. “What will you do?” I breathe out, my body confused with how I’m scared but want more.
He releases a deep chuckle, his hands sliding down either side of me until they come to my waist, then spin me around to face the tree.
“I want everything,” he snarls, lifting my dress and running a hand over the curve of my ass. “I want to be inside you in every way, I want my mark upon your skin, I want you to only ever think of me like I only ever think of you. Want me like I want you. Fuckingneedme like I need you.”
I gasp when his hand moves between my thighs, groaning as he parts me and runs a finger through the wetness there.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me. What you’ve done to me,” he snarls, almost angrily as he drops to his knees. “You captured a Dragonbond, and now we’ll both pay for it while we burn.”
He smacks my ass, and then eats me alive.
“G-Gods,” I stutter, pleasure washing over me as I feel his tongue against me, and I squirm. It feels good. It feels very good. “Rohan.”
I try to pull away, and he growls, “No, you stand there, understand?”
“Y-yes.” Rohan groans into me, pulling my hips back to get better access. “Lift your leg up.” I do, and he wraps a hand around my thigh, pushing it up until it’s bent between me and the tree. “Fuck,” he groans as I moan, scrambling for purchase. “I want your taste on me at all times. I want to eat your little pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Fuck, I want to eat it as a snack. You will let me have it won’t you?”
I moan.
He bites my ass. “Answer me. I can have it, can’t I? Anytime, anywhere?”
“Y-you can have it,” I gasp out, my head dizzy with the pleasure soaring inside of me. It’s too much and too quick.
“Anytime. Only me.”
“Y-yes,” I push back into him tentatively, but when he groans, I do it with more confidence.
I don’t recognize this version of myself, but it’s so freeing to be like this with him in the night, burning a black flame in the darkness.
I want more.
“Rohan… please.”
“So polite, always so fucking polite even as you drip on my tongue.” He shoves two fingers into me, and I scream, reaching back for him.
“No. Hands in front of you or I stop.”
My hands hit the tree instantly, and he groans in approval.
“Good, little Elf,” he rasps, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, alternating between that and his mouth. “Look how good you are for me. Look how well you take orders.” He curls his fingers and hits something inside of me and my legs nearly give out. “That is your reward, yourprize, just like you’re mine.”
He stands abruptly on a growl, and then he’s slamming into me.
I scream, clawing at the tree and he bites into my neck, his hands grabbing me everywhere. My hair, my breasts, my thighs, my pussy. I feel him everywhere, sense him everywhere and I can do nothing but hold on as he fucks me against the tree.
“Gods, what you do to me,” he bites out, never once slowing his pace and I’m lost to it. Lost to him as he sucks at my neck, grunting and growling, his powerful body thrusting into me.
He hasn’t taken me this way, and I want more. The brutality of it, so primal, so raw like I’m not small and vulnerable, but someone who can take him. All of him and what he has to offer.
His head is beside mine, and I see the mask, see the bones there, and knowing I can’t see him properly heightens my pleasure, the fear of the unknown. When he brings his fingers to my clit, rubbing in circles, that pleasure bubbles over and I’m tightening around him and coming.
He lets out a satisfied groan, coaxing me through it. “Fuck, yes, that’s it.” He doesn’t stop, he keeps giving me everything while I ride it out.
I rest my head against the tree, breathing heavily as sweat beads at the back of my neck. Rohan pauses his thrusts, but he doesn’t give me long.
